We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
Chapter 11-2
By late Thursday afternoon, Tony decided he’d done his best with the book and sent it off to his editor to see if she agreed. At loose ends until he heard from Kirk, he decided to do some serious grocery shopping. That way, there will be more than sandwich fixings if he’s hungry. It wasn’t that Tony didn’t keep food in the house, but more that he was into nuking dinners rather than doing actual cooking. As he left the apartment, he noticed the smell of paint. Going around the corner of the ‘U’ shaped hall, he saw the painters—A.K.A. Detective Sanders’ men—had started to work on his floor. He had to admit, the part they’d finished made the hallway lighter and more friendly looking. “Now if they’d do something about the carpeting,” he said under his breath as he returned to the elevator. H
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD